Chương 277: The Young Noble Who Refuses to Accept Old Deng

Congressman Gottfried had expected to see a look of panic on Roland's face.

This young girl, who had not even formally inherited her ancestors' titles, was facing an attack from two powerful forces.

But unexpectedly, Roland's expression remained calm, only her initial smile disappeared.

"Stop right there, all of you."

Roland released her magic power, and the high-quality magic power acted like an invisible wall, blocking the wolf warriors who wanted to capture the beast girl maid.

She looked at Congressman Gottfred.

"Search warrant?"

"Skip the review process and directly assist the Southern Orcs in searching the property of their own nobles, and allow foreign superhumans to arrest their own nobles' subordinates."

"Congressman Gottfried, you have truly been a great help to Bishop Bizan."

Gottfred's face darkened at the personal accusation, and he immediately waved his hand to clarify.

"Miss Roland, you misunderstand. I am only representing the Imperial Noble Council to investigate the case of the fall to my death, and I would never enter the church or the company's buildings without authorization."

"As for the actions of the Church of Vulcan... that is an internal matter of your church."

Bizan grinned maliciously as he unleashed his magic, suppressing Roland's magical pressure and eyeing the tip of Roland's white tail with covetous eyes.

"Roland Kane, stop trying to use your aristocratic rhetoric to argue with me."

"You are no longer a noble of the Empire, but a traitor to our Church of Vulcan, the leader of that group of crippled, peasant-like beast girls."

"Look at you, a pure southern fox, a lowly race only fit for playing with."

He spread his arms wide, as if to vent the anger he felt from his previous setbacks at the Roland Group, and burst into hearty laughter.

"Look, there are so many nobles here, and everyone is looking down on you, looking down on your lowly and weak fox blood."

Bizan smiled broadly, as if he could hear the imperial nobles echoing his sentiments at any moment.

He knew this generation of young nobles all too well; most of them were arrogant, idle, and lazy... spoiled brats who constantly talked about their noble bloodline.

There is no doubt that Roland's fox-like features will be looked down upon.

The young nobles behind cheered excitedly.

"Hey, did you see that? Gottfred, that old bastard, got all green-faced after being teased by Roland."

"Miss Roland is truly a role model for us all. If I were to create a Roland Group, would I be able to point my finger at the Speaker and berate him?"

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"Yeah, I've been annoyed with these pretentious old fogies for a long time. They keep talking about imperial glory and family revitalization in my ear. Damn it, they even have to control a little fox."

"Exactly! By the way, I think Miss Roland's fox tail is quite pretty. I heard there are related magical items in Pink Harbor."

"Aren't you a man?"

"Actually... actually, I look really good in dresses, you know. Want to sneak over to my place tonight and take a look?"

Laughter mixed with praise for Roland came from the air, making the thumbs-up gesture with outstretched arms and head tilted back look ridiculous and comical.

Bizan's face turned pale and then red in an instant, his smile twisted as if he had eaten dog shit, and he was cursing inwardly.

What the hell are these young nobles these days?

This empire is likely to be destroyed by this generation of young nobles.

Faced with Beezan's murderous gaze, Senator Gottfred guiltily looked away. In peacetime, there was nothing he could do about raising useless people.

His own son dresses in women's clothing and goes to the succubi's shops every day.

But it's still better than taking some kind of mind-altering potion.

Regarding the Bewitching Herb Potion, a significant portion of the council actually disliked the Church of Vulcan and its opening at seven o'clock.

But there's no way around it; sublimation crystals are just too tempting, and there's no substitute for them.

Without the support of any noble scions, Bizan stopped talking and directly took out the bloodline detection device disguised as a scepter, walking up to Roland.

Roland was amused by the young nobles' remarks and covered her mouth to chuckle.

Seeing Bizan approaching, it wagged its tail mockingly.

The tip of its tail, dyed white with alchemical dye, traced a smooth arc in the air, attracting the attention of many nobles.

"What, you can't win an argument, so you're planning to get physical?"

The affected and mocking tone made Bezan and Gottfred's expressions even worse.

Naturally, even more enthusiastic cheers came from behind.

"Enough! Don't you all know what kind of situation this is?"

Bizan turned around fiercely and roared, hoping to use his imposing manner to quiet down the group of spoiled brats.

These spoiled brats have never been treated like this before.

They were just passing by and wanted to broaden their horizons, treating it purely as a picnic, so they immediately retorted.

"Hey old Biden, what are you yelling about? Who are you trying to scare with that ugly tiger head of yours? Don't get in my way of seeing the beautiful Miss Roland!"

what!!!

Bizan's eyes were blazing with fire.

Once the Church of Vulcan has gradually expanded and encroached upon the empire, he will tear these arrogant and dissolute young men to pieces!

He ignored the young nobles, turned around and smashed the end of his scepter on the ground, then reached out to grab Roland's wrist.

"Roland, enough nonsense, just obediently verify your bloodline."

"What follows is an internal matter among us orcs; no one can help you with that now!"

Bizan's right hand was covered with the immense magical power of a senior high-level transcendent, leaving Roland with almost no room to resist.

Just as he was about to grab Roland, a great terror swept through Bizan's mind.

If you grab them, they'll die!

You'll die!

The soul is issuing a frantic warning.

The oppression of death was so clear, like a python coiling around him, almost suffocating him.

Without a second thought, Bezan stopped moving, his figure swiftly retreating to Senator Gottfred's side, holding the scepter horizontally in front of him as if facing a formidable enemy.

He looked towards the second floor of the church with suspicion and uncertainty.

On the second-floor balcony, besides several maids, there was only an unremarkable, gloomy, dark elf whose eyes were covered by bangs.

The somber dark elf was also watching this side, holding an ordinary wooden staff in his hand, from which a purple leaf was growing.

Bizan frowned.

With only an apprentice-level cultivation level... he's nothing but a piece of trash.

Was that death threat just an illusion?

The Roland Group should have no powerful figures left.

Bizan looked at Roland, whose expression remained calm, suppressed his unease, walked back to his original spot, and reached out to grab Roland's wrist again.

"Wait a minute!"

A loud shout rang out.

Bizan shuddered again, thinking that a powerful figure hidden in the shadows had made a move, and teleported back to Senator Gottfred's side.

This series of neurotic actions drew ridicule from the young nobles and puzzled Senator Gottfried.

"Bishop Bizan, what are you doing?"

"Verify the bloodline quickly; the sooner this matter is resolved, the better. Delay could lead to unforeseen complications..."

He was speaking when a commotion arose outside the street, with the sounds of horses' hooves and a dense crowd of footsteps.

Even an idiot would realize something's wrong now.

A bad feeling welled up inside him. Bizan stared at Roland's smiling face, his fangs clasped, his voice as cold as a demon from hell.

"Roland, is this your doing?!"

Roland also heard the commotion outside the street.

She appeared calm on the surface, but inside she was actually relieved.

Vina glanced back at the second-floor balcony, where the dampness made her nod almost imperceptibly.

Hmm... Great, the support from the Bookworm Scholars Association has finally arrived.

Roland received a reply, her face beaming with smiles, and she confidently looked up at the street.

"How can you call this playing tricks? It's just a way to protect yourself."

Then, the next second, her smile froze.

Because what came was not their own reinforcements, but a group of maids dressed in metal battle skirts and wielding mechanical magic hammers, with one of the maids holding a flag.

Above the flag are interlocking gears, and in the center is a large iron hammer for forging steel.

Roland's eyes widened.

"Wait... why is it Elizabeth's magical army?"

"Hey, where are my teammates?"